For me, one drink was too many and a thousand was never enough. My life was destroyed by the powerful pull of alcoholism until I finally saw a glimmer of hope. Here is my story of how I’ve turned my life around into a fulfilling example of happiness in sobriety.
Growing up overseas in Eastern Europe, vodka ran through my veins at an early age. Chronic alcoholism was rampant in my family. I guess you could say that genetically I was perfectly set up to be an alcoholic. When I was asked as a child, “What do you want to be when you grow up?”, my answer was not to be a hopeless alcoholic, yet that is what I became, against my will and better judgment. The disease of alcoholism starts off innocently, hanging out with friends as a young teen next to the liquor store hoping a passer-by would take us up on our offer to go in and buy us a six pack. Those were the happy memories, euphoric recall as we call it in sobriety. Once the alcohol hit my lips, I started to feel more at ease, my anxieties and worries went away, I was at peace (or so I thought). As I progressed through high school and college, alcohol became MY drug of choice, and I am here to tell you that there is NO difference between alcohol and heroin. Alcoholism brought me to my knees praying for help, as my shaking hands were unable to leave the drink alone no matter how hard I tried.
THE DAMAGE OF CHRONIC ALCOHOLISM
I was alone, desolate, hopeless, and depressed. Going from one mundane job to the next, constantly being fired for drunkenness on the job, lateness, or just overall the lack of any work ethic or motivation to live. As I continued to live a mindless existence in my parent’s basement, I knew it was time for a change or I would die. Every day I would sneak in bottles of vodka and just chug away into oblivion until I passed out on the couch in front of the TV. And every morning my mother would yell at me and cry in despair, looking at the bottles of empty vodka around me and my physical condition deteriorating. I was finally hospitalized for alcoholism poisoning when a man came in to see me. He was a recovered alcoholic with thirty years of sobriety and I could see in his eyes that he understood my pain. He handed me a pamphlet with treatment options and said, “Come see me when you get out of this program.”
THE LASTING GIFT OF SOBRIETY
That is how I arrived at Bright Futures Treatment Center. I was immediately impressed by the intimate feel and small therapist-to-client ratio that truly made me feel special, like a person again. At the men’s recovery program, everyone knew me by my first name, and they helped my body regain its’ strength as I attended the group therapy sessions and individual counseling. I realized what the root causes of my chronic alcoholism where—a combination of my upbringing, a genetic predisposition, and the need to numb any feelings or emotions. I learned value coping skills that I use to this day when I get a craving for a drink, and I still do from time to time. My sobriety is unbreakable today, and I know that I have to put forth the effort to maintain my gift of sobriety. The men’s recovery program at Bright Futures Treatment Center laid the groundwork and solid foundation for me to build my recovery into what it is now. I am eternally grateful to the compassionate and caring staff that were with me every step of the way. If you are looking for men’s alcohol addiction treatment, you’re in the right place. Make the decision to reinvent yourself and rebuild your life.